Undercover Obsession (28 page)

Both Ian and Brody knew and that was their
only misgiving about bringing Piper along. Carlos had passed along
to them Pasquino’s penchant for prostitutes and kinky sex, he had
been to several parties held at Pasquino’s private home and it had
been something Pasquino and Sandoval had in common. If Piper went
with them to Atlantic City, she’d have to attend the party with
them and she’d be expected to play the part of a paid escort, one
that would allow them liberties in public.

Chapter Thirteen

Brody didn’t trust the sunny smile Piper sent
them when they entered the kitchen, but something smelled so good,
he shoved his misgivings aside in favor of food. “What’re you
fixing, darlin’?” he asked her as he poured another cup of
coffee.

“Waffles, from scratch, and a warm strawberry
glaze to pour over the fresh strawberries you can put on top.”
Piper set a plate in front of each of them as they took a seat at
the counter, each piled with three large waffles.

“No meat?” Ian complained even as he was
reaching for the big bowl of sliced strawberries, the golden brown
waffles looking and smelling too good to turn down.

“No, no meat, but tonight is chicken fried
steak night at the diner, so you can always get your artery
clogging fix later.”

Piper was trying not to show how anxious she
was to hear what they decided about letting her accompany them to
the Empire. What she had threatened earlier still held true, she
could and would travel back to Atlantic City without them, but she
remembered how difficult it had been to learn anything about
Charles when she had gone there five years ago, how no one had
believed their relationship or would, for whatever reason, direct
her to him. It would be so much easier, and faster, if she went
with them and their undercover roles paved the way for her. She
refused to believe Charles had simply abandoned her all this time,
but maybe she could finally discover what really happened to him
and why. To that end, she thought she’d have better luck convincing
them to take her by appearing amendable instead of demanding.

“She’s being too nice,” Ian said to
Brody.

“I know. Scary, isn’t it?” Brody smiled at
Piper across the counter as he took a large bite of his waffle.

Piper frowned at them, not liking how they
saw through her so easily. “Fine. I won’t be nice. Am I going with
you or on my own?” She really, really didn’t want to go there
alone. She knew it would be a wasted trip unless she had their
clout backing her to get information on Charles. She had convinced
herself and come to terms with believing the man she loved so much
was dead up until a week ago. Deep down, she was angry that their
presence in her home after not hearing anything from Brody since
she fled Atlantic City had not only disrupted her life, but had
made her doubt herself, and Charles. Instinctively she knew she
wouldn’t be able to put the matter to rest and resume her life like
normal if she didn’t know for certain.

She had the most expressive eyes and Brody
could read her like a book through them. Her stance and tone was
all bravado, but those Irish green eyes were filled with self-doubt
and anxiety. He’d much rather see them smiling, her mouth turned up
in a sassy grin as she teased him. Brody knew if he could ever
convince her to give a real relationship a try after this was all
over, she’d have him wrapped around her little finger in no time,
especially if he managed to end the threat those missing days still
held over her.

“You have no idea what this man is capable
of, Piper. He’s been neck deep in the drug trade since he was a
teenager, working his way up the chain ruthlessly. He’s not a man
you want to be anywhere near.” The thought of her in that casino at
the same time as Pasquino sent chills up his spine. Just another
damn reason to keep her close.

“But I’d be safe with you, wouldn’t I?” she
asked reasonably, confident they would be overly zealous in
watching out for her.

“Of course,” Ian answered. “And we’ll be in
public for most of the time, but that’s not a guarantee he won’t
try to pull something, especially if he knows of your connection to
Charles.”

“We came here suspecting Pasquino was behind
your disappearance, meaning he knows about you, and we haven’t
ruled him out yet. Your safe return…” At her raised brow, Brody
amended, “Your relatively safe return, unharmed doesn’t make sense.
If he had you taken to lure Charles here, I would think he would’ve
just ordered you killed when we showed up instead. We’re pretty
sure Pasquino knows we were employed as Charles’s bodyguards and
that our cover has stayed in tack, so why release you into our
care, almost ensuring they couldn’t get to you again?”

“As you can see, Piper, when it comes to you
and your connection to Charles, we simply don’t know what’s going
on. Taking you with us should help draw Charles out of hiding,
especially if he knows you’re in close proximity of the man who’s
had a contract on him for five years, but you have to be aware of
the risks Pasquino poses,” Ian added as he scooped up the last bite
of his breakfast and rose to take his plate to the sink. Coming
back to her, he dropped a kiss on her forehead before heading back
outside. “I’ll check flights for tomorrow morning.”

Piper waited for the back door to shut before
turning back to Brody. “You’ll just have to stick to me like glue,
you know, like you’ve been doing all week.”

“You mean like I’ve been trying to do all
week,” he corrected her with a grin, her own cheeky smile too hard
to resist. “Seriously, though, what you’d have to do to stay close
to us and attend that party, if we’re invited, won’t be easy.
According to our source, Pasquino has a hard on for Charles that
hasn’t let up in all this time. No one has left his employ and
lived except him.”

“We don’t know he survived,” she said
defensively.

“No body, no sign of him, no word. Even Doc,
his closest friend and the one who got him away from the casino
that night doesn’t know what became of him. He did surgery and left
him comfortable for a few hours only to find him gone when he
returned to his clinic, and says he hasn’t heard from him since.”
Which they didn’t believe. Doc swore to them that Charles wasn’t
out of the woods and by him up and leaving the way he did, almost
ensured a death sentence, and that he left the clinic before the
FBI got there and both of them were taken in for questioning. All
of that might be true, but they believed Doc knew more than he was
admitting, and since Brody and Ian had only put together a
circumstantial case against Charles that wouldn’t hold up in court,
the bureau had no legal recourse but to wait him out.

Since they were at a stalemate concerning
Charles, Piper switched back to the topic at hand. “What would I
have to do to attend that party with you?”

“Remember what was going on when you crashed
Charles’s party?” Her eyes widened and she simply nodded, making
him smile. “Well expect that and more, and if you’re there as our
guest, you’ll be expected to participate, in public. Pasquino only
allows professionals at his parties, just like Charles, and it’s
because he apparently likes to watch instead of fuck. Our source
hasn’t figured that one out yet, but he’s been at several of
Pasquino’s parties and never seen him join in the debauchery.
Usually he’ll leave with no less than two women when things wind
down, but rumor has it he just watches them.”

“I can do it, Brody,” she said quickly before
she could think about it. While the public displays of sex she had
witnessed at Charles’s party had turned her on and all the times
both Brody and Ian had her bare assed and completely naked outside
where anyone stopping by could see had sent her arousal soaring
even higher, she really wasn’t sure she would be into such open
exhibitionism.

Brody knew why she agreed so readily. Desire,
as well as the reality of the intimidating facts was plain to see
on her face. “You think you can play the part of a paid escort in
public? Do whatever we tell you to do, when we tell you, without
balking? Because that’s what these women are paid to do and what
will be expected.”

“Yes, but only with you and Ian.”

As if he’d let anyone else touch her, Brody
thought with a surge of unaccustomed jealousy. Needing to know for
sure before they left, he said softly, “Prove it.”

Her pussy dampened at his softly issued
challenge, and Piper couldn’t think of anything she’d rather do.
She thought after their excesses last night she would be sated for
a while, but apparently not. “How?”

Brody couldn’t miss the way her nipples
hardened beneath her thin tank top and his blood rushed to his cock
so fast it made him lightheaded. Or maybe it was just the promise
of being inside her again that had him responding so quickly. “Go
upstairs, get out that vibrator you taunted us with the other night
then strip.” He didn’t say anything else or wait for her reply as
he rose and took his plate to the sink, but when he turned back
around, she was reaching the top of the stairs. Why did he have a
feeling this test was going to backfire on him?

It only took her moments to do as Brody
instructed, and after propping up her pillow and leaning back
against it, she waited anxiously for him to join her. She simply
couldn’t get over how quickly he could arouse her, how, with a
simple look or suggestion, she could go from keeping her cool
around him to raging hot, her need for him once again overriding
her common sense. But right now she simply didn’t care why he could
affect her so strongly, she was determined to enjoy him while she
had him. With the vibrator lying next to her and the cool air
wafting over her heated skin, she was tempted to get started, but
the sound of his treads on the stairs encouraged her to wait.

She was stunning, was his only coherent
thought as he took in her lushly displayed body. Her torso was
reclining just enough to make her breasts spread out, the fleshy
mounds jiggling as she shifted under his intense stare. “Be still
and let me look at you,” he demanded hoarsely.

“You’ve seen me before.” Piper’s knees were
bent but closed, and she knew he could catch a glimpse of her wet
slit and puckered anus beneath them. She made sure of it. When he
had ordered her up here, he had looked so sure she would balk that
she wanted to wipe that knowing, smug look off his face, and from
his startled expression, which he quickly masked, she knew she had
succeeded already and she hadn’t even begun to torture him.

“Not enough, it never seems to be enough.
Spread your legs. Wider,” he added gruffly when she barely parted
them. “Better.” With her knees splayed he could see the pink
recesses of her pussy, its glistening depth almost more than he can
resist. But he had to, at least for a while. When he heard Ian come
inside, he called out, “Ian, get up here!”

It was hard to remain still, lying there
naked and exposed, especially while Brody just stood there calmly,
waiting for Ian to join them. The thought of two men coupled with
her memories of their first night here had her tense with aching
lust, the need for that lust to be assuaged almost painful. When
Ian stepped next to Brody and looked his fill, his already dark
eyes going darker, she couldn’t help but squirm under both of their
scrutiny.

“The last time you called me up here with
such urgency, I spent the next several days with my hand wrapped
around my cock,” he said dryly.

“Don’t worry. Piper said she could handle
whatever we dished out at that party, so I’m giving her a chance to
prove it. Show us what you were doing with your toy the other night
when you knew we were listening and you were trying to drive us
crazy.”

The idea of masturbating in front of them
turned her on as much as everything else the two of them had
subjected her to this past week, and as both men stepped closer to
the bed, Ian’s hands pulling his tee shirt over his head, Brody’s
going to unsnap his jeans, her immediate response made the vibrator
slip easily between her folds. Slowly, as to torment all three of
them, she pulled the fake phallus back out, the hard, ribbed rubber
shining wetly from her copious juices, then just as slowly pushed
it back in. The dildo wasn’t nearly as thick or long as either of
their cocks, which both men were now erotically stroking, and it
made her wish they were filling her instead. The sight of them
standing naked at the foot of her bed, their hot eyes glued between
her spread thighs, their hands moving tortuously slow up and down
their rigid lengths, was both mouthwatering and distracting.

“You surprise me, Piper, although I don’t
know why. You’ve been more than accepting of everything we’ve
dished out to you,” Brody admitted dryly, his mouth turned up in a
half smile, his face dark with lust filled intent.

“I told you I can handle whatever you need me
to at that party,” she said a tad breathlessly as her arousal kept
inching higher with each well aimed plunge of her dildo. Both of
their cocks were now seeping precious fluid, the mushroom heads
turning even darker as they seemed to harden further right before
her eyes.

“We’ll see. We’ve only just started here.
Turn it on,” he rasped. “Make yourself come.”

His hard, guttural tone had her arching into
the downward strokes of the dildo, the way Ian moved to cup his sac
with one hand, rolling his balls as he continued to stroke his
cock, had her juices gushing around the hard object and seeping
enough to drip down between her crack and over her anus. Brody’s
eyes moved in that direction, his look growing even more heated and
intense. Piper couldn’t hold back another minute, her intention to
drive them crazy first taking a back seat to the pounding need
coursing from her painfully erect nipples to her throbbing groin.
Rooting out her clit, she pressed her small, swollen bud against
the dildo then switched on the vibrator, the hard pulses right on
that sensitive tissue sending her into an immediate burst of
ecstasy, no slow build up, just a huge explosion of pleasure so
consuming, she was oblivious to everything else.